Life has interrupted my daily devotions, but I will be posting each weekend and as time allows during the week. My baby's life in Ireland has provide some renewed inspiration.
Under the Tree
Let's sit under your favorite tree,
We can watch the clouds roll by,
And listen as birds try to speak.
The green grass underneath our feet,
May tickle the backs of our knees,Making you laugh, oh so sweet.
I know you will have stories to tell,
So, I'll sit and hold you tight,
Enjoying every word you have to sell.
I'll lean in to kiss your soft lips,
Each time you stop to take a breath,
Caressing your cheek with my fingertips.
Perhaps we will pack up some treats,
Some fruits, and crackers with cheese,
Feeding each other, savoring our peace.
We may end up falling asleep in the afternoon,
Your pretty head resting on my shoulder bone,
Waking up only by the light of the moon.
As we sit and follow each shooting star,
We will wish for a life full of happiness,
And never to be separated again this far.
Maybe when we are wiser and grey,
We can come back and sit down for awhile,
Reliving our love story, as the old branches sway.
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